The last Page of my diary

As I sit on this playground

There are trees all around

Please listen carefully

This place is my diary



The tunnel keeps my secrets
While the swings throw my wishes to the stars
The slide lets me slip by
The branches keep asking where you are

We used to sit there,
and talk for hours
Now only the grass,
the trees and
the flowers keep me company



This place knows me better than I do
And it remembers all the times I spent with you

That bench is lonely and so am I
Missing you only



But remember what happens
when the sun runs from the sky

As I sit on this playground
There are trees all around
Please listen carefully
This place is my diary

-Anonymous